Hai. Okay, firstly, all that copyright blither, I don't own medabots or the idea, etc etc, it's fanfic blah blah.

Secondly, I'm aware that some content may be false or manipulated – such as making up new medabots. So I don't want to hear anyone being all 'AFJFHSDKFJ YOU DON'T PLUG IT INTO A WALL!"

Ch. 1 !

It was a beautiful summer day, the type where nothing goes wrong and it's not uncommon to see a boy and his medabot walking down the street on the way to visit some friends. That's the picture being painted now as Ikki and Metabee meander casually down the street, yawning even though it's mid day. Ah, July 27th, a few days into 'summer vacation' and the time for sleeping in till noon. Of course, who has time sleeping in till noon when there are bots to battle and parts to win, right?

"Okay, no more of this," Metabee groaned while stretching, "I'm gonna rust if I don't get my hands on some metal soon." Ikki looked down at his part-time friend, part-time annoying room mate, knowing his comment would stoke an always present fire between them if he said it. At times like this, arguing was half fun and always manageable – he just couldn't take it when his bot started disobeying him at crucial moments or in battle. Or when he was in a bad mood.

Right now, he decided not to ruin the atmosphere by making a biting comment about rust, instead putting his hands behind his head and smiling at the sun. It was the perfect temperature.

"I'll bet there are plenty of antsy fighters out today so there's no need to worry," replied Ikki at last, rubbing the back of his head thoughtfully as the store came into view. As expected, Erika and her faithful medabot Brass were just outside the door, looking over notes that would doubtlessly lead to a new story. The two waved as Ikki and Metabee approached.

"Hey, what're you two up to?" inquired the black haired boy while his robattle partner picked at a minuscule dent Ikki had missed while fixing his left arm.

"Not much, I'm just going to conduct a survey for fun to see what the biggest issue between Medafighters and their Medabots is. So far it seems to be lack of communication," she snickered knowingly, holding up the testaments of three individuals who she'd already ambushed. "But yours in an exceptional case obviously."

Some part of them despised how other people noticed how they didn't get along together. The comments were repetitive and frequent – can't you control your bot? Man, they don't even listen to each other! Why is he using that hunk of junk? Ikki for one secretly liked how Metabee wasn't just some mindless obedient bot - most of the time. Sure they had their spats, their embarrassing moments, but it was all smooth sailing in the end.

"Ya, ya," Metabee stated off handedly, moving on to his favorite subject. "Anyone come by looking for a scrap?"

"There were a group of young adults with Medabots who seemed rather … feisty," admitted Brass, looking up at a nodding Erika.

"Yep, I asked one to do my survey and he, well, he said no ... adamantly," added Erika with a sage nod as she crossed her arms. Metabee's eyes were round and revealed his delight.

"Ikki, come on! Two against one would be just what I need to wake up again," he stated fiercely, practicing a few punches to vent his enthusiasm. Ikki shook his head.

"You're crazy. We'll see what type they are when we get there and see if it'd be plain suicide going up against them," he said evenly, though the light tone revealed his optimism. Metabee could take on two at once if they worked together. He was confident that he could. With the slim chance that both if not one had extremely powerful medabots as teenagers, the battle became even more enticing. "Let's go."

"All right!" exclaimed the hercules beetle type machine, darting off down the road with his medafighter hot on his heels. Erika and Brass stared.

"They weren't even paying attention when I said 'group' did they?"

"Nope."

"I'd say about eight?"

"I think seven, maybe you counted that massive Pentarot as a human?"

"Maybe."

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Okay, end of the chapter. Reviews = more chapters. This is really a nostalgic writing project because I was all ' omg, used to watch this when I was 11' and it was a huge deal bc I loved it. I've already written all the chapters so ya, no random droppage of the story.